Dirty Erotic Oneshots

first, and I could feel I was gagged and blindfolded, unable to see where the next blow would land.

 

I didn't have to wait long until I felt him slap my 34C tits, first one, and then the other. As I cried out in pain, I heard him laugh as he gripped both of my pierced nipples tightly, twisting them hard and ripping another scream from behind the ball gag.

"So good of you to finally wake up, you were out for a while, which gave me plenty of time to set everything up." As I listened to his words, trembling in fear of another attack, I realized that my hands and feet were both bound, and I was completely naked, with my body laying spread eagle, completely exposed.

 

I felt my skin flush red, realizing that Charles could see every inch of my bare flesh. "Don't worry Alex, the safe words and gestures we established before are still in effect, so you can stop any time you need. But I know how eager my little slut is..." 

With those words my world exploded in pain as something rough cracked against my exposed pussy. I screamed in agony and tears rushed down my face, barely able to register what was happening before the whip cracked against my vulnerable lips again and again.

 

Charles continued to whip my pussy for what seemed like hours, as I screamed and cried, yanking desperately against the ropes around my wrists as my body tried to escape the pain. Through it all though, my mind was racing, realizing how incredibly wet I was, and how much I needed more abuse.

Just as I was on the verge of passing out again, the whipping stopped. For a few silent moments, I didn't know what was happening. All I could hear in the room was my own pitiful sobs and my body tried to acclimate to the fire that was burning in my cunt. In as much pain as I was, I didn't notice when Charles climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my outspread thighs until I felt his flesh bump against mine. 

"I thought about this moment a lot Alex, but I never imagined how beautiful you would look with your face covered in tears like that." 

He didn't give me time to comprehend his words before I felt the head of his cock brushing against my raw clit. I could tell he was stroking himself while running his meat up and down my slit. I was embarrassed by how soaked I was from being beaten, but I also desperately wanted him to fuck me. I needed his cock more than anything in the world, but he wasn't satisfied yet. 

With one hand he pulled the ball gag from my mouth, while sliding two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. He then ran his fingers across my lips, taunting me in the process. "Did you enjoy being beaten my little slut? Do you taste how turned on your body is from the pain of my toys? Don't bother answering, we both know the truth. But I do want you to open your mouth Alex. Open your mouth and beg me to fuck you."

I couldn't stop myself from what came out of my mouth, and in hindsight, I don't think I wanted to stop myself from saying it.

"Please Sir! Please fuck my worthless cunt, I need your cock inside of me, please fuck me until you cum!"

Charles started fucking me before I was finished begging, his cock slid into my pussy with one stroke, burying himself in me. I had never felt a cock like this before, his girth pressed hard against my insides, stretching me out painfully.

 

Without bothering to give me time to get used to his size, he started fucking me furiously, pounding into me like the gifs I had always seen on his blog. He didn't care about me or my pleasure. I was nothing more than a wet hole for him and I loved every second of it. Despite being bound, I did my best to rock my body down meeting his every thrust, feeling my orgasm build up.

 

As I came, I screamed his name, begging him not to stop using my cunt, and he didn't. He continued to drive into me, eliciting a scream with every thrust until finally I felt his body tense up against me. As he drove himself deep into my pussy, I could feel every strand of cum burst out of him, pushing me over the edge into a mind shattering orgasm.

I woke up several hours later, unbound and covered up with Charles sleeping with his arm curled around me. Rolling over in his arms, I kissed him on the forehead. As his eyes opened, I smiled at him and kissed his lips for the first time.

"It's nice to meet you too Charles. I've waited a very long time for this!"

i n c e s t

 

 

Hello, I'm Gus and I'm addicted to sex and beer. Well, I wouldn't consider them addictions persay. More like my two favorite pastimes. And to be honest, I prefer both at the same time. Pussy isn't the same without drinking a few ice cold beers first. 

Unfortunately I've been in a pussy dry spell for a few months now. My favorite working girl, Lola, left town a couple months ago and I've been too depressed to look for anyone new. She knew just how I liked it: young, innocent, messy, and pussy-to-ass. Being a hooker, Lola was obviously the opposite of innocent, but she would always wear pigtails and feign knowledge of sex. "Mister, what are you doing? Why are you touching me there?" It drove me wild! I've been mostly sitting at home alone masturbating to schoolgirl porn and drinking beer since she left.

I got a call from my stuck up sister-in-law. She needed me to watch her daughter while she was in the hospital getting a medical procedure done next week. Probably a butt lift knowing her. I begrudgingly agreed to watch her daughter, but as soon as I hung up, I passed out and forgot all about it.

About a week later, there was a knock at the door. I answered it to find that it was raining outside. Standing on my porch was a teenage girl dressed in jeans, an oversized t-shirt, flip-flops, and...pigtails! She was soaking wet and carrying a duffle bag. I thought, "This must be my lucky day! Maybe Lola sent me one of her friends as as gift." As I stood there drinking in the sight and licking my lips, the girl said awkwardly, "Uncle Gus? It's me, Lucy. My mom said I could stay with you while she's in the hospital." Oh man, I'd completely forgotten! 

I ushered her in the door. "Of course, of course! Just a momentary lapse in memory!" I said. As she stepped into the house, she crinkled her nose and clutched her bag tighter. I looked around and saw my house from her perspective: blinds drawn, and beer cans and porn boxes littering the floor. And I was far from wholesome looking: 50 years old with a stubbly face, wearing a wife beater top, and I hadn't showered in at least a couple days. I could see how she'd feel uncomfortable, but it was too late; she was already inside.

I took her bag and gestured for her to sit on the couch. Lucy was the epitome of innocence: petite and pale, maybe 5-foot and 100 pounds. She was pretty, but awkward. From what I remember her as a child, she didn't have many friends. Her jeans and t-shirt were conservative and juvenile. The more I stared at her, the more aroused I felt. I hadn't felt this way in months, so it was nice to know I still had a normal sexual appetite.

We chatted on the couch for 10 minutes. She was a senior in high school, just turned 18, and her mom was in the hospital getting a tummy tuck. My guess was close! I told her I was between jobs and feeling a little sorry for myself. Lucy wasn't sympathetic because she was feeling sorry for herself too: her mom was a nightmare, she had no friends or boyfriend to speak of, and her applications had been rejected by two colleges already. We were quite the pathetic pair.

As we were chatting, a lightbulb went off in my head. I could pretend to be the fun, understanding uncle and act like I'm helping her out. When in reality, I'll be helping myself into her pants. The more I thought about it, the better the idea became. I mentally devised a 4-step plan.

Step 1: get her drunk. "Lucy, I know a way we can both feel better. Beer." 

She said, "I don't know Uncle Gus, my mom is very strict about me not drinking. What if she finds out?"

"Your mom won't know. She asked me to watch you, so she must trust me." 

As Lucy pondered my proposal, I grabbed two beer cans and cracked them both with lightning speed. I handed her one and started chugging the other. Lucy watched with interest then decided it would be fine. She tried chugging like me, but ended up choking and sputtering. "The key is to relax the throat," I told her. She tried again and downed the whole beer. She's a quick learner, I thought devilishly. 

After we'd each had 5 beers, she said, "Uncle Gus, I feel great! Why haven't I tried beer sooner?! You're such a cool uncle. We should do something crazy! Like go swimming in the rain." With that, I knew it was time to implement step 2: fun uncle. 

"Lucy, I have an even better idea; let's turn this whole room into our own slip-n-slide!" She knit her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?" 

"I mean I'll cover the whole floor with a tarp, then we can slip around on it like one of the slip-n-slide amusement parks. And instead of water, we'll use something else. I think I have some baby oil around somewhere. It'll be way better than swimming in the rain!" 

"Oh my God, that will be so cool! My mom would never let me do that in our house. But I just remembered that didn't bring a swimsuit." 

"That's okay. I don't have one either. We can just go in our undies. It's casual around here," I said. She seemed convinced. 

So I set up the tarp and began pouring baby oil all over. I had plenty leftover from my messy fuckfests with Lola. Lucy reluctantly stripped down to her bra and panties. They were simple cotton with little flowers on them. The whole scene was so tempting, I almost jumped her right then. But I had to play my cards right, so that she didn't tattle to mom. So I did my best to keep the bulge under wraps. I myself stripped down to my boxers.